flight

snowflakes drifted from the sky.
it was too early for such cold weather, yet it was there. snow. unmistakably.
his breath steaming in the cold night air, he drew his jacket closer, gathering what little warmth it would give him.
everything seemed so… quiet. muffled. his footsteps, crunching, crushing the white crystals on former dark gray pavement.

am i the only one here?

alien. so alien. in just a few hours, the world had transformed.
transformed into an uninhabitable environment… beautiful and deadly.
a butterfly, halfway covered by the drifting flakes, lay quivering on the sidewalk. he stared at the fragile body, transfixed, considered picking it up, but before being able to even finish his thought, the butterfly shuddered – one last time – and its wings lost color forever.
he resisted the urge to cringe and hurry away; instead made himself look a moment longer at the motionless form at his feet… once, so perfectly vivid; gorgeous.

all things must die. is that what this means? all things must die?

his gaze lifted to the wild and furious tumble above, and before his heart could adopt the cold that was spreading through his body, he hurried away, determined to find artificial warmth and comfort.
all he left behind were his footprints, slowly filling, fading from sight.

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2 responses to “flight

  1. Fun read – well only because I am warm now after a chilly bike ride.
    It is said, “The cause of death is birth.” It is a flash past the window in a moving train, no more.

    I don’t think dogs or many other animals have all the worries about their demise — such concerns are a side-effect of consciousness. These are called “spandrels” in evolutionary biology — and in architecture we decorate them. So we decorate death with poetry. ah, this is a poem in the making — don’t you steal it! 🙂

    Nicely written. Why a new blog? Are you German by birth?
    [I’m following]

    • 😀 don’t worry, i won’t steal it… i am curious what it will transform into.
      thanks for the interesting link… made me think… and i always like that. 😉

      yes, i was born in germany and still live here. i don’t like the language much, so i write in english (and sometimes struggle with the words) – english just ‘tastes better’… you can shape the words beautifully; it’s a very nice language.
      the new blog… well, i needed something fresh. this one will be different. i didn’t think what i post here would be fitting for my other one… i am experimenting.

      thanks for checking it out!

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